Mystery: When the Fool Meets the Masked Fool

Chapter 449 Medici Reclaims His Title as King of Angels

Inside a house in Backlund.

This is a spacious living room with two ordinary armchairs where two people sit on each chair, and a table between them.

On the left side of the table sat a man who was blind in one eye. He wore a double-breasted robe and a soft hat. His hair was dark gold, but tinged with black. His pupils were a deep, almost black blue. He had a high nose bridge, tightly pursed lips, and features that resembled a classical sculpture. However, his skin was dry and had a slightly ashen appearance.

On the right side of the table, a semi-transparent man lay reclining. Even in his semi-transparent state, his handsome, youthful face was undeniable. He wore full-body black armor splattered with blood. His face bore horrific, rotting marks that exposed bone.

“You should remember, right? Our deal ends here.” Ince Zangwell placed a small leather package on the table.

Medici glanced at the small leather package on the table and chuckled, "Of course, although I'm older than you, it's obvious that you'll be the first to get Alzheimer's."

“I think you know how hard it is to get this,” Ince Zangwell said, placing a finger on the package. “Now let’s talk about the final price.”

Medici scoffed: "Rare? With George III dead, the royal family of Loen is in complete chaos. If they hadn't let you leave willingly, you wouldn't really think someone like you, barely stronger than a stray dog, could have stolen this from an angel, would you?"

"They're doing me a favor, they're cooperating with me, so who do you think you are? Huh?"

His words and actions both evoke an urge to strike him.

Especially the final "Huh?" with its rhetorical tone made Ince Zangwell clench his fists tightly.

“What, you want to hit me again?” Medici leaned on the table and stretched his left cheek in front of Ince Zangwell. “Come on, hit me here, kill me.”

Before he finished speaking, a bloody gash suddenly appeared on his pale left cheek.

The gash was wide open, like a gaping mouth, revealing two rows of illusory white teeth, uttering a single word at Ince Zangwill:

"roll!"

"So... what is the reward?"

Ince Zangwell, who had been spat on in the face with an illusory saliva, suppressed his anger and asked a question.

“I may condescend to allow you to recite my true name,” Medici leaned back in his armchair. “The great god of war, the symbol of iron and blood, the master of turmoil and strife.”

"How about it? Don't you feel honored?"

Ince Zangwell didn't want to waste any more words with the red angel in front of him: "I want that 'Red Priest' card!"

"Why didn't you say that earlier? Why did you talk so much nonsense before?" Medici casually flicked his hand, throwing a card from part of the "fog of war" he contained, which landed in front of Ince Zangwell.

"I'm afraid you might have the life to take it, but not the life to use it," He said sarcastically.

"What do you mean?" Ince Zangwell's hand holding the cards paused.

“Why should I tell you? Beg me.” Medici tapped the table lightly.

Ince Zangwell took another deep breath: "Great God of War, please tell me, what dangers will I face after receiving this card?"

Medici didn't move, but the fog of war enveloped Ince Zangwell.

When the fog lifted, he was already outside the house, Medici's mocking voice echoing in his ears.

"Even if you beg me, I won't tell you."

Having driven away Ince Zangwell, Medici leaned back comfortably in his chair, feeling the escalating war that was beginning to sweep across the world.

No matter where the war takes place in the world, no matter the scale of the event, or the number of people involved, He can sense it all with ease.

A sudden burst of flames burned the small leather package on the table to ashes, revealing the box inside.

The next moment, the box was also burned to ashes.

Medici raised his hand, and the items in the box floated up and flew into his hand.

It was an iron-black object, like a blood-stained crown, a unique property of a Sequence One "Conqueror".

In this war that has swept the world, His return is unstoppable. And the Loen royal family, having just lost George III, naturally chose to do Him a favor and owe Him one.

Of course, He will not forget this favor, for He is the proud Red of War.

He immediately pressed the extraordinary item in his hand into his brow and swallowed it directly, without using any potions.

The other two evil spirits within Him remained silent for the first time in a long time, and did not hinder His actions.

The fog of war surrounding Medici suddenly flared up. At the same time, the soldiers on Rune's side on the battlefield seemed to have received a morale boost, their combat power suddenly doubling.

Because He is here in Ruen, that in itself is a symbol. But that's not enough, far from enough.

He reached out once more, entering the fog of war, a smile appearing on his face.

What was that ship called again? Oh right, it was called the Future.

Just yesterday, He controlled Ince Zangwell's body and easily entered the ship, finding the Outer God known as the Pharmacist without alerting anyone.

“How selfless…this doesn’t even qualify as a transaction.”

He laughed even more triumphantly.

He was quite certain that the Outer God had absolutely no interest in Earth. The fact that he left a clone on Earth was probably just because some ignorant brat made an ignorant wish.

As Serres explained, information about the Star God had already entered the Spirit Realm. Especially after the man named Colin Iliad emerged from the Forsaken Land, more detailed information about the Star God spread rapidly throughout the Spirit Realm.

Given His status, it would not be difficult for Him to investigate.

As He expected, the Outer God asked for nothing.

May all sentient beings obtain what they desire.

He recalled some past events, and the betrayal he had come to understand during this time, which came from the Lord whom he had served for 2,401 years.

Therefore, He did not seek Adam's protection nor the true Creator, but instead chose the Outer God who had no desire for the earth.

Because He was also the proud King of Angels, and once the most loyal "Red Angel".

With a firm grip, the seed was immediately absorbed and quickly began to take root and sprout. Centered on the palm, it began to spread to all parts of the body, forming wooden veins. Then, it produced a strange mimicry, becoming a substance between plant and flesh, imitating flesh, bones, and internal organs.

This new physical body alone far surpasses the rank of an angel, allowing Him to be called the "King of Angels".

As the body took shape, clusters of flames ignited from it, setting the plant-like yet fleshy skin ablaze and transforming it into a suit of battle armor.

His back skin tore open, and a pair of bloody hands suddenly emerged. The palms of those hands tore open again, and new hands emerged, stretching outwards as if a pair of symmetrical bones were growing from his back.

Each tear brought out blood, making the pair of "bones" on its back appear bloody and fleshy.

Then, new hands continued to grow from the arms and elbows of those hands, extending downwards, one hand grasping another, the hands intertwining behind them, forming a pair of bloody, fleshy wings made of arms.

And from the source of these wings, on His back, grew two equally bloodthirsty and heroic faces.

call!
The exposed blood was ignited in the same instant.

The blazing fire ignited the wings, transforming them into a pair of fiery wings.

With its wings spread wide, it flapped its wings forcefully once more.

Medici burst through the house and soared into the sky.

Like a shooting star flying in reverse, it soared into the sky and transformed into a blazing sun.

As He ascended, soldiers from all nations felt their bodies filled with power and their morale gradually rose!

Those wounded who had fallen to the ground began to find themselves increasingly difficult to die, their wounds healing at a speed almost visible to the naked eye, and even those severely injured could get back up.

On those taut muscles, the veins became increasingly prominent, looking like the roots of a tree.

The war became increasingly intense.

The seeds of abundance have been incorporated into the war!
And Medici, He continued upwards.

His choice was: not to forgive!
Once they reached above the clouds, Medici finally stopped flying upwards.

With a wave of his hand, a banner formed from flames appeared in his hand.

He raised the banner high, as if it were planted on the clouds.

The flag flutters across the ocean, appearing before everyone who looks up, regardless of distance.

After 2,081 years, Medici has once again become the King of Angels!
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P.S.: I know that "2081" is a number from the Ring of Fate era, but I feel that it has both zeros and whole numbers, which is pretty cool.

Since it's not a particularly important year, I might as well keep it. I'll just have to trouble Xiaohong to start being betrayed a few years earlier.

(End of this chapter)